All day I’ve felt like I’m going to pass out. I’m dizzy, my stomach hurts, and I just want to pretty much die… Well I feel like I’m going to pretty much die. This sucks. I’m sorry I havnt written anything recently. I’ll get on that as soon as I feel better.

I have officially finished reading and watching Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. I dont know what everyone in my class was complaining about, because I loved it!

Mr.Darcy is like my soul mate. He is perfect. I’ve liked him since page one, even when everyone else was commenting about how arrogant he was. The whole time I found him alluring and I wanted him. Then, once we watched the movie I was like Yum. I’d take that.

It doesnt help that I am alot like Elizabeth, with the exception that I have musical talent… The main thing is, is that I believe that we think simulary.

That is all, Just wanted to rant about how amazing Mr.Darcy is, and how I have dibbs 😉

Have you ever been in love with a ficticious charactor?

In the video, the best part starts at 1:00 or, 1:40 if you’re REALLY short on time. ❤

“I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don’t want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines and sing out loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books so good they make me jump up and down, and I want my everyday to make God belly laugh, glad that he gave life to someone who loves the gift.”

Do you ever have those days when nothing seems right? Like nothing really “terrible” is happening, everything just seems to be off? Like you’re the only one who is acting normal?

One of those days where you are upset, but not for any reason you can think of in particular, just every little thing pisses you off in general.

One of those days where you just want to vent to someone, but no one would understand, because no one thinks the way you think. No one understands the way you are. No one realizes why you feel the way you feel, and no one is there to grab your hand, pull you close, and help you out.

One of those days where hug’s wouldnt make it better, and if someone tried they’d probably get slapped.

Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s ok though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyo…ne else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who’s an 8-color type.. I’m like, “hey girl, magenta!” and she’s like, “oh, you mean purple!” and she goes off on her purple thing, and I’m like, “no – I want magenta!”~ John Mayer